Is it love if I'm only reminded of your absence when I'm lonely
I don't stand in crowded rooms and crave your presence anymore, I don't sit at tables with friends and resist the urge to grab your hand
I've delegated you to my lonely nights
I don't think I can leave you because I have nothing left to fill that hole
But you're not a part of my life anymore
You're just another thing satisfying my boredom
I cant be the one to make the decision to leave yet
But did you even notice the shift?
You're just as self absorbed as I am
I don't know how to leave you
but I don't know how long I'm gonna stay
